"Effie's defender? Get lost! You're not welcome here."

Tess locked eyes with Lilah, a mix of defiance and disdain in her gaze. She was curious about Lilah's next move in this escalating confrontation, her resentment toward Lilah deepening with each passing moment.

If not for Lilah, Lance wouldn't be in the hospital. This woman was a menace.

Effie's defeat was just the first step; Lilah was next, vengeance for her son.

Undeterred by the hostile crowd, Lilah spoke in a measured tone. "Are you certain you have the whole picture?"

Her words were like gasoline on flames. If not for the security detail, the crowd would have lunged at her.

What did Lilah mean, the whole picture?

The fans were sure about their judgment.

“Are you saying her injury is fake?" a fan roared.

Another person joined in. "Yeah, exactly! We're not blind!"

A smirk played on Tess' lips. She'd meticulously eliminated risks, leaving her feeling invincible.

Turning to Lilah, she sneered and asked, "What? Suggesting I'm pretending to be injured?"

Lilah's voice remained cool. "The injury is real, but I don't believe Effie did it."

This bombshell silenced the room.

Fury contorted the fans' faces.

"Unbelievable! Are you trying to rewrite reality?" one yelled.

Another cursed, pointing at Lilah. "You're siding with the villain! You'll get yours!"

"If Effie wasn't the attacker, who is? This is nonsense!"

Tess, unperturbed, retorted with a chuckle, “Lilah, implying I hurt myself? That's ludicrous!"

The crowd erupted in laughter. “What's wrong with her? How could she say that?"

"Self-inflicted harm? Absurd. Tess isn't that foolish, is she?"

"Get out! This is getting ridiculous!"

Lilah ignored the jeers, her gaze fixed on Tess. "If you weren't the perpetrator, why the bribe? Why transfer money to the props manager's friend?"

“What? What are you talking about? I don't understand," Tess stammered, feigning ignorance.